The Final Rest

The second part of a poem about a role-playing character, the cleric Val Bloom.

Path thus chosen, church I did attend
Learning the religion, that of birth and end
Magic was my thing, all the books I read
Filling up my heart, knowledge in its stead
My bible hates the ones, that will never rest
But should I get the chance, I would fail the test

Soul mate that I lost, grief is deep inside
But I will carry on, and the pain abide
Now working with the dead, before their final rest
Making sure they live, that they look their best
Waiting till that day, when my time is done
When I can look my best, and the world go on